Defy Her Once More

Caged, bound, and gagged as you are, you are incapable of belligerently denying her as you did last time. You simply stand to your feet and stare silent daggers in her direction.

You feel a deep, arousing need for cum. ANYONE’S cum, at this point--but you can’t give in now. To do so would be to surrender to your addiction. You manage to temporarily suppress your craving, and hold your ground. If the Mistress means to see you beg, then she’ll be sorely disappointed.

The Mistress leers at your pathetic, abused body as it stands stoutly in defiance. As she slowly begins to approach you, you feel your mind recoil in terror, but you manage to push it down and maintain your noncompliant posture.

Standing next to you now, you feel her oppressive, corrupt aura seep into you, slowly sapping the courage from your heart. Your eyes shift to the side as you shamefully seek to avoid her scrutinizing gaze.

“You’re looking quite well today.” She says as she grabs your cheeks and turns your puffy face side to side.

Frowning, she snaps her fingers. Her guards make haste to your location, grabbing you by your arms. In your current deprived state, you think better of fighting them. You wouldn’t be able to challenge them even if you tried.

They **** you to face the wall and harshly slam you against it. You let a garbled cry of dissatisfaction as you feel two fingers lubelessly plunge into your anus. The fingers roughly pound into you for several seconds, before intolerantly making their exit.

“Turn him.” She commands, as you are once more brutally slammed into the wall and **** to stare into the golden eyes of your Mistress.

She inspects her two lithe fingers that obviously just entered your ass. Rubbing them together, you see that she has some sort of thick substance on them.

Minerva’s medicine! The Mistress gives you an angry, knowing look, and forces the fingers into your gagged mouth.

The taste of your own ass mixed with the medicine makes you want to retch.

She glares at you, slowly removing her defiled fingers. “Who helped you? Hmm? Which of these unruly sluts came to your aid?”

She grips your face with horrifying strength and positions herself closer to you.

“Tell me right now, and I won’t **** you today for your impertinence.”

You sob slightly as her intimidating energy slowly eats away at your confidence. The thought of suffering further **** traumatizes your mind, but can you really betray a friend so easily?

Minerva is the only person here who has ever shown you a shred of kindness and decency. Can you really sacrifice her for your own self-preservation?

The Mistress glares at you with impatient, malicious intent. You know that you must make a decision right now.